The truth is that I have been into health and fitness since I was 12 years old. And a donut lover for even longer than that. The summer that I turned 12 was pivotal in my life. I started watching the Richard Simmons show and I was hooked. I began exercising outside of school PE classes and started experimenting on my own in the kitchen with healthy recipes. The life I laid out for myself that summer, stuck. I’m not saying that I didn’t eat junk food like every other teenager, I did. But that is when I learned that there can be both if I leaned more toward making healthy choices most of the time. This carried on for years and even crept its way into my career when I was given the opportunity to work with bariatric patients prior to and after their weight loss surgeries.
So why do I bring all this up?
Because today is National Donut Day. And as much as running, exercising and eating right is a part of my life, so has this favorite childhood food. Jelly donuts will ALWAYS stir up fond memories of yesteryear for me. Memories of New York (I was born there), my mom, my grandmother, and little pink bakery boxes tied with string. I love that weeks like this I am literally a walking oxymoron. With Running Day and Donut Day all occurring in one week, I feel like I get to celebrate the things that stir up a lot of wonderful memories for me. A lifetime of them really. And that is pretty cool.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you love the life you have created and get to eat a donut too!!!
I had a great day today! I got a ton of things done and I was somehow able to squeeze in yoga this morning, some much needed gardening in the afternoon and another workout with speedwork tonight. I’m not sure how, but it all seemed to flow together effortlessly. I love it when that happens! But holy moly, a day like this will take its toll at some point. And I am definitely at that point, HA!
Well, I hope you all had a day were you feel beat!!!
I am wildly familiar with the pains of working out and running. After decades of exercise I can attest that keeping fit, often keeps you sore. But every once in a while I work out so hard that the level of soreness I wake up shocks even me. Holy moly! And it literally hits me the second I wake up, open my eyes and try to move. Ouchie.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you are able to roll over!!!
I have really kicked up my pace on the recumbent bike … and not for all the reasons one would hope. I am pretty sure that this type of training is what Satan does for enjoyment. Ugh.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you don’t experience HELL ON WHEELS!!!
My gym doesn’t open until 7 am on the weekends. During the week it opens at 5 am. This is perfect for me and my crazy life. Except today. A 7 am open time has never bothered me before. I guess I’ve never been in a position where I needed to be in and out of there early on a weekend before. But today I do. I’m in a hurry. And yet, here I wait. Ugh.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you have places to go and people to see!!!
I’ve decided to get my miles done on the stationary bike to give my legs and back some extra rest during my taper. I am so thankful for the stationary bike. You have to triple the miles to mimic running miles but it allows you to keep training your legs without all the pounding. Cycling on the stationary bike got me through marathon training in the past … when I had a broken foot! It works and it’s a godsend. But I forgot one unpleasant thing about these indoor, not going anywhere miles. Yup, one.
Well, I hope you all have a day where you aren’t bored to tears!!!
I’ve always done a lot of core work when I work out. It has served me well, especially these past four months. Recently I decided to add more of the same things I have been doing for years. Nothing different, just more days of what I normally do. And wow, can I feel it! I haven’t been this sore in a long time. I keep telling myself that sore is good … and that NOTHING I drop on the floor is important enough to retrieve. HA!
Well, I hope you all have a day where you can bend!!!
I downloaded a new fitness app. Nike+ Fuel. It’s straight up awesome. It tracks my activity level and compares it to my history on previous days. Which I love … except that when it comes to things like this I can be a little hard on myself. I know me, if I see that I earned 10,000 fuel in one day then I will want to reach that level or more the following day. Now this isn’t necessarily a bad goal, however, as a distance runner this is completely unrealistic. There are days when I will run 10, 15, or even as much as 22 miles on a training run! And let’s not forget about race days of 26.2 miles! I can’t outdo THAT, day in and day out! THIS is why I have never downloaded apps like this before. I can’t win. And I don’t like it. YET … here I am, day two of my NEW app … and jonesing to earn more fuel than I did yesterday. OY. When will I learn to listen to myself?
Well, I hope you all have a day where you find out that you were right!!!
Here is sit. At the gym. On the Devil’s Cycle of Dread. Peddling my heart out … and trapped in my head!
Well, I hope you all have a day where you have PLENTY of time to think (oh my god, now I’m rhyming)!!!
I attended a special candlelight yoga class this evening. I have been to a few before and really liked them. So when I heard about this one I signed up right away.
I also attended another yoga class this morning, and our instructor assured us that the room we would be practicing in tonight would be warm. Often the room we practice in can get fairly cold, especially if the GINORMOUS fan on the ceiling is on. Cold does not work for yoga. Your muscles need to be warm to be their most flexible.
Anyway, even with our instructor’s reassurance that it would be warm, I knew to layer my clothes for this evening. This is not unusual for me. I loathe being cold and ALWAYS plan for it. ALWAYS. If I don’t have a sweater or jacket with me, it’s only because I forgot it at home, HA! I truthfully make sure I have extra clothes when I leave the house, just in case it gets cold.
So, the class begins and I have on a long sleeved yoga shirt, a tank top and long yoga pants. About 30 minutes in to our 90-minute class I got warm enough to remove my long sleeved shirt. I was feeling good and stretched and I was really enjoying the class.
Then … someone got hot.
And apparently hot enough to request that the GINORMOUS fan be turned on. Ugh.
Sure enough, within 5 minutes on went my long sleeved shirt again. We got into a few nice flows and I was warmer. But not WARM by any stretch. I was at best, cool.
The last 30 minutes of class we were on the ground, which means things slowed down quite a bit. There was a lot of stretching … and a WHOLE LOTTA COLD. By the end of the class I couldn’t wait to put my jacket on. I was FROZEN.
I went to the class with a few people I know. Sid and one of her best friends included. After class they wanted to go get frozen yogurt, so off we went.
Sitting at our table at Pink Berry, we were discussing how we FROZE at yoga. Then I looked at the girls and started cracking up. When I told them why I was laughing the girls just sort of stared at me … well, at least I thought it was funny.
Well, I hope you all had a day where you enjoyed some FRO-YO and some FRO-YOGA!!!